"Hail fellow," Geralt called out at the man approaching. He'd been told he would know the man by looking at him, and that much was true. He had long hair, and a large body. The sort Geralt might expect from a Skelligan ring fighter.
"And well met."
The red dog ran up to his feet before sitting down and looking at him, ears back, expectant. Geralt wasn't sure yet if he should touch it. He hadn't been given permission, except by the dog's needy brown eyes.
He stared at it with his own reserved yellow pair.
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Date: 2017-09-30 03:04 am (UTC)"And well met."
The red dog ran up to his feet before sitting down and looking at him, ears back, expectant. Geralt wasn't sure yet if he should touch it. He hadn't been given permission, except by the dog's needy brown eyes.
He stared at it with his own reserved yellow pair.